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Part 1
Let me in, Kendall," the cute brunette wedged in the doorway all but yelled as she tried to enter the apartment. "I need you to fuck me right now or else I'll have to start over."
"Y-y-you need me to what?" Kendall stammered, blocking her entrance with his knee so she couldn't get past halfway through the door.
"You heard me, dumbass."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Later. First, fuck me. Are you going to let me in, or do I have to start taking my clothes off here in the hallway so all your neighbors can see and hear us?"
"Who the fuck are you?" he repeated.
Her hand reached for his shirt and grabbed it to pull him toward her, no doubt threatening to rip loose at least one of the buttons.
"Hey!" he yelled.
She raised her brows, made her beautiful brown eyes full and hard and bossy as hell, and moved the other hand to touch his manhood through his dress slacks. He pulled away, getting free of her grip, but by moving he allowed her to come all the way into the apartment.
She did.
Then she slammed and latched the door behind her.
"You'd think you don't want to have sex with a cute girl with no questions asked."
"I have a lot of goddamn questions."
Rather than responding with words, she pushed her body against him, her breasts smashed against his belly thanks to the difference in their heights -- even in her heels. Before he could realize what was happening, her lips pressed on his neck while one hand groped his rising erection through his slacks.
"Whoa... whoa... whoa..." he said. He jerked away from her attention and went to the door, opening it and peeking out to search the hallway. It was empty. "This is some kind of joke, right? Is Vance putting you up to this? Is he paying you, or..." He let the thought trail off.
"Are you going to fuck me or not, Kendall?"
He laughed, finally relaxing now that he had guessed the prank. "Sure, sure. But why don't we start with a blowjob?"
He expected her to back off now that he was playing along. But she merely squatted before him and fumbled with his belt.
"I expected as much. Guys are so predictable, after all. Still, I can't say I hadn't been wondering about this."
"Wait a minute. You're serious?! This isn't a joke or a prank?"
Her hands were reaching into his boxers now, and the warmth of her fingers already had an effect on him that made him feel embarrassed in front of this stranger.
"No. And I'm running out of time, so if you don't mind --"
Before he could stop her, not that he was sure he wanted to, she fished his manhood out of his pants and was taking it into her mouth.
"Shit," he mumbled, no longer led fully by his brain. "If this isn't some kind of joke, then how do you know my name? Who told you?"
"Later," she pulled her mouth off him long enough to say, then resumed her work.
She was talented. That much was true. She seemed to know just what made a guy feel good down there. Between her tongue stroking the under seam and her lips sucking the head like a lollipop, she had him at her mercy. And it was hot. He couldn't deny that, getting sucked off by a stranger who had burst into his home and demanded access to his cock. It was like living a porn video, and that was the kind of thing that didn't just happen to a guy like him. Hell, any guy really. Not in real life anyway. Between sucks and strokes, she would pull off and kiss the tip gently while tenderly playing with his balls.
He couldn't deny it now. He was moaning in earnest and cautions be damned, he needed this apparently as bad as she had said she did.
"There," she said, finally standing up in front of him, his cock rigid and under her control in her grip. "Now you're ready."
She pulled him along by his dick toward his bedroom.
Wait?! How the hell did she know where his bedroom was?
"C'mon now, honey. I've only got a few minutes left."
"Left? Left before what?"
"Let's hope we don't need to face that, Kendz."
There were only a few people who called him Kendz. Surely this crazy, sexy young woman must be connected to one of them. But who?
Kendall didn't have time to think before the girl pushed him onto his bed and climbed on top of him. She deftly pulled her panties aside and without opening his slack beyond the zipper she carefully straddled him and eased his throbbing manhood inside her.
Tight, he realized. Like, virgin tight. She gripped him like a second skin as she rode up and down on him with gentle motions so tender they didn't even make the regular sounds of flesh slapping flesh.
As much as he wanted to hold on and draw out the moment, barely a minute had gone by and he was on the verge of losing control. And, sure enough, it only took a few more moments before he exploded within her, his legs and back tensing up as he clamped his mouth shut to avoid screaming out like a cliche.
"Fuck... Just fuck..." he said at last.
She smiled, and for the first time since she had knocked on his door, she appeared to relax.
"Oh shit." Kendall let out a deep sigh. "Holy shit."
"So, it was good for you too, huh?"
"No. I mean, yeah. I mean, we didn't use any protection."
She laughed and twirled the brown curls on his chest. "It's okay. It had to be that way."
"I... I... I don't understand."
"I needed you, well, technically I needed a man to cum inside me, but I wanted it to be you, Kendz."
"Wha--"
She laughed again. "I know. I bet it's really weird to hear that. It sounds weird to say it too."
"Who are you? Are you trying to get pregnant? Why me?" It was as though he had gotten far enough away from the orgasm and now a thousand questions flooded from his brain to his mouth, tumbling out into the air between them.
Her fingers found his cool, still stiff nipples, and she played with them while his spent cock softened and flopped out of her, followed immediately by the noticeable wetness of cum leaking onto him.
"Sorry about that, Kendz. I'll clean you up. After all, I owe you."
He took a deep breath, then he sat up and pushed her off him. She fell onto her side and then rolled to restfully recline on top of his bedcovers. "Now, please. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck was all that about?"
Part 2
"For starters," the girl said. "I'm Lianna, and you know me better than you realize."
Lianna and Kendall sat in his living room, him on the captain's chair and her leaning back on the sofa without raising the footrest or reclining. With the immediacy of the affair over, he was finally able to take in what she looked like. Her hair hung long and bouncy and brown over her shoulders, and she wore a sleeveless lavender sundress with spaghetti straps. She had left her shoes in his bedroom and bounced one leg on the other, her pretty little painted toes -- powder blue -- tempting him to linger on them as they moved in the air across from him. Her shoulders were pale with a smattering of freckles, the same that painted her cheeks and nose, giving her a beauty that seemed now more cute than seductive or sexy.
"Well?" she asked. "What do you think?"
"I think," he said, "that you need to answer a few questions before I kick you the hell out of my apartment."
"A real love 'em and leave 'em type, huh?" she said with a wide grin.
"It's... It's not that. You just haven't told me a damn thing about yourself other than your name. And trust me, I don't know any girls named Lianna."
"Oh, I think you do, and know one in the biblical sense, as the saying goes."
He shrugged and sighed loudly. "I'm serious."
She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her hands in her lap. "Fine."
A mountainous silence, thick with anticipation almost edible, hung in the room for almost a full minute. Finally, she lifted her hands, crossed her legs again, then dropped them into her lap once more.
"My name is Lianna McCoy."
"McCoy? Like Vance?"
She nodded.
"He never mentioned a sister." He watched her eyes for some answer to the question he wasn't quite asking. Nothing. "Or a cousin." Still nothing.
"More like 'exactly like Vance,'" she said.
He gave her a blank look, confused.
"What do you know about magic?"
He stood up almost angrily. "Okay. We're done. Screw this. Time for you to go."
"Please?" she said sweetly, quietly, not rising.
"I can put up with a lot of shit, and I really appreciate the sex and the blow job..." He knew the tone made it sound like he was calling her a whore. He thought of softening the words but decided against it.
"I'm trying. Just be patient. Please?"
He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a loud, deep breath. But, upon release, he opened them again with a sort of put-on softness. He sat on the couch beside her. "Okay. I'm listening."
"I'm... Well, I'm Vance."
He rolled his eyes. He was tired of this bullshit.
"Before you respond, just listen." It was time for her to pause to regather breath. "Okay. I know it sounds bizarre, but it's the truth. I'm really and truly Vance. My aunt Vivian, she's a witch, like a real-life witch with spells and potions and everything, not the woo-woo spiritual eco-warrior type -- not that there's anything wrong with that, I just mean my aunt is the real deal. Real, true magic."
Kendall studied Lianna's eyes but said nothing. He had promised to listen, and he would keep his word.
"Anyway, so she made me a potion to turn me into a girl. I've been using it for several months now, but it only lasts a few hours before I change back, and well, there is a way to make it last longer than that, but..."
He was pretty sure he was getting the point, but he kept listening.
"I needed some help."
"Sex."
It wasn't a question.
"Yeah, sex. If I can have sex with a man and he cums inside me, I get another week as Lianna. But, there's a catch."
"A catch?"
She nodded. "That's why it had to be you, Kendz. For the spell to work if I want to extend it again, it has to be the same person."
He started to speak, but she waved her hands between them to let her finish.
"And if we do, well, each time we fuck, it builds a bond."
"A bond? What do you mean by bond? And are you saying you might want to fuck me again?"
She forced a sheepish grin. "Well, probably. To be honest, I might not be able to help myself after a while."
He arched his eyebrows and she took his hand in her own.
"It's like this, Kendz. The magic needs a bond to work. It's kind of like the way the stories talk about a familiar."
"I'm your pet cat. Well, sex cat?"
She laughed but didn't let go of his hand.
"Like I'll be able to get that picture out of my head now. Thanks, asshole."
He returned the laugh. He started to move his hand away, but she wouldn't let him. Instead, her grip tightened.
"Anyway, that's not the best analogy. You're more like a battery. Maybe. That's not quite it either." She stopped, cocked her head to the side, and bit her bottom lip. "Wait, are you just accepting all this? Why aren't you treating me like I'm fucking crazy?"
"Just because I'm being polite and listening like I promised doesn't mean I don't think you're fucking crazy?" he said, grinning. Hell, she might be nuts, but now that they had both calmed down, she was cute, he had to admit. And the sex, though quick, had felt amazing.
"Fair," she said. "Here."
She reached into her purse and retrieved a smartphone. She tapped the screen a few times and then swiped to the left. "Ah, here it is. Watch this. I figured you wouldn't believe me."
Kendall took the phone and pressed play on a video clip. As he watched, Vance stood in his bedroom in just a pair of boxers. He held a small vial of purple liquid. When he sniffed it had made a face that said "ugh" without needing words. The Vance onscreen held his nose and guzzled down the stuff until the vial was empty. Then nothing for a few moments. Then he dropped to his knees and within thirty seconds, there was no more Vance. His 32-year-old male body lost all its hair except for that on his head, which grew out longer to cover his shoulders, and a landing strip above the new vagina. His chest expanded into two softball-sized breasts. It was over almost before Kendall could take it all in.
"Shit," he said.
Then he pressed play again. Then a third time.
"Not a joke?"
Lianna shook her head.
"If you notice the clock on the wall, there are no skips on the second hand. I wanted to have something to make you believe me."
"Shit."
"Yeah. Shit."
"Fuck. Shit."
Lianna laughed. "So, about you being my battery. I need you, well, your semen, to keep me from changing back into Vance, and right now, I'm good for another week from just a few minutes ago. But if we have sex again this week, that seven-day period will restart. And if we don't, then goodbye Lianna, hello Vance."
"Oh."
"Right. But even if I use the potion again, now that we're bonded magically it'll still have to be you. No other man's cum can trigger the extension."
"So that's what you mean by bond."
"Well," she let go of his hand and stood up, then walked a few steps away. "That's part of it anyway."
"Only part of it?"
She nodded. "You know how I mentioned the familiar earlier?"
"Yeah." He leaned back against the sofa, feeling like he'd need the support of something solid for whatever she might next say.
"And how you asked if you were my sex cat?"
He rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me I am."
She shook her head. "The other way around. Because the power to trigger my staying this way comes from you, the magic makes sure I'm comfortable, well, getting physical with you. So, it's the other way around. You're not my sex cat. I'm kind of your sex cat. And the more we do it, the more I'm going to react to you."
They both let the revelation linger for a moment.
"That means physically, emotionally, spiritually, psychically, the whole enchilada.
"Are you saying the magic makes you fall in love with me?"
"Maybe not love, but there will definitely be a lot of lust and some heavy attraction. And the stronger our bond grows, the deeper that connection and the longer I can go without recharging, though by that time, the frequency will most likely not be an issue since I'll be available at the drop of a hat and probably gagging for it as often as we're together. Hell, I'll probably be thinking about you the whole time we're apart."
"Oh, shit."
She nodded.
"I can't believe you're willing to do this to yourself."
"Well, it may sound like I'm turning myself into your personal sex toy, or even sex slave, and while the physical side of that might be accurate, it's deeper than that. It's going to be real, genuine affection. That's why it had to be you. You're my best friend and I already love you for that. Plus, I know you're not going to take advantage of me like other guys might considering how horny I'd be for them."
"I... I... Well, I guess that makes sense. Sorta."
She sat on her knees on the floor, gazing up at him. "You're not mad, are you? I mean, I didn't ask your permission or anything. And I did storm in here and drop one hell of a bomb on your doorstep."
"Well," Kendall said with a smirk. "I guess you're just lucky you're so damn cute."
Part 3
By the time 8:30 rolled around, Kendall and Lianna had moved from the living room to the kitchen. Kendall was about two days too late to have enough food to have someone over, so he ordered some Chinese delivery. They sat across from each other, shoveling Mandarin Beef with chopsticks like a couple of old pros.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Next time I'll make sure to go to the grocery store before you come over."
"Oh," she said with a smirk, "you're already planning on a next time? Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we, stud?"
"Stop. You already said you weren't gonna be able to stay away."
"True enough. I guess we should go pick out curtains tomorrow, huh?"
"And get you a toothbrush for the bathroom."
"Oh, and you'll need to clear me a part of your closet."
They laughed. He took another bite of beef, and while he chewed, she added, "I'm gonna need the left side of the bed. I can't sleep on the right side."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds, but when he finished swallowing, he said, "So you're staying over tonight?"
It was her turn not to speak, to let the words take full effect before responding.
"Umm... Well... I mean, if that's an invitation, I probably won't turn you down."
"Oh?" Rather than respond more fully, Kendall scooped a wad of sticky rice into his talk hole.
"What we did earlier was nice, but it was really quick, and if you want to take another shot at, you know, doing it right, well, I'd be okay with that."
She was no longer looking at him. She was staring at the floor, but he could tell her cheeks were flushed red.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"No. It's okay. I really shouldn't be embarrassed. After all, I am the woman who showed up at your door demanding to be fucked. Not exactly the least slutty way to start our... start... well, our whatever the hell this is."
"Listen," he said after a huge gulp of Pinot Noir. "I don't mind if you want to stay. Even if we don't do anything."
Lianna smiled. "I think I'd like that. I bet you're pretty comfortable to snuggle with."
Kendall tried not to be too forward about the fact that he was gazing at her boobs. "Well, you look like you'd be pretty awesome to cuddle with too."
"You're talking about these melons, aren't you? They're great. I know. I had my aunt tweak them with the potion. Not too big but not so small either. Plenty to grab but not so much that I throw out my back walking down the street."
"Well..."
"That's right. You didn't really get to enjoy them earlier, did you? We were all business. I'll tell you what, I bet they'd make some damn fine pillows if you want to test 'em out later."
"Uhh, I uhh, I'm starting to get a little tired. I think I'm gonna get a shower. Will you be okay by yourself for a little bit?"
She nodded. "I'm a big girl."
"At least for the next seven days."
"Right."
He excused himself and cleared his side of the table, then rinsed out his wine glass and delicately set it inside the top tray of the dishwasher. She watched, still sipping the wine, and when the glass was empty, she poured another.
"Be careful," he said. "You don't know how well that body holds its liquor."
"Smart," she responded but filled the glass to the rim and started to drink more.
Kendall left the kitchen and returned to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the small apartment, but it had always been enough for him. One bed, one and a half baths, a kitchen with a breakfast nook, and a living room big enough for a huge flatscreen Smart TV. He went straight through into the master bath and turned on the water, getting it warm but not too hot. Like a hot tub, he thought. That was the best temperature for soaking and bathing. When it felt right, he stepped out of his pants, dress shirt, and socks and dropped them into the hamper. Then he looked at himself in the mirror.
He was still halfway erect, and that just from her being around him tonight. They hadn't done so much as kissing or touching each other in a sexy way. Maybe it had something to do with the bond Lianna had talked about. Maybe his body would respond to her more readily than with other people now. Or maybe he was just super horny after such a rush fuck that afternoon. It didn't matter. It was something he could take care of himself once he was in the shower.
He stripped out of the boxers and added them to the hamper, then he opened the glass door and stepped into the shower. Rather than masturbating immediately, first, he washed his hair and privates. Sure, it was weird but he wanted to be clean before making a mess of himself again.
His eyes were closed to avoid getting soap in them when he heard the shower door open. He felt Lianna's body behind him. She rubbed her hands through his hair and then lowered them to reach around his waist and lather up his still half-erect cock.
""You don't mind, do you, Kendz?"
He grunted something that must have sounded like a 'no' noise, because Lianna gripped him and began to stroke his dick with her talented, soapy hands. His half-erection didn't waste any time in becoming a full one, and he wasn't sure if he enjoyed her wet boobs against his back or her hands on his cock more.
"To be honest, I've kind of been wondering about, well, this since I started planning on meeting you as Lianna."
"You've been thinking of taking a shower with me?"
"Not exactly the shower, but that's nice. Your cock, I mean. Even without the magic of the bond, I was already wondering what it might look like, what it would feel like..." She paused for a moment. "Even what it would taste like. I hope that's not freaking you out."
"It's fine, but isn't this the kind of thing that's going to turn you into my magical sex cat?" he asked.
"Again, eww for that image, but yeah, probably. At least that's how Aunt Viv explained it."
"And you're okay with this? It sounds like it's going to magically rewire your brain to fall in love with me."
"Do you not want me to fall in love with you?"
"I- It- It's not that," he stammered.
"Listen. If I'm doing this now, then it means I don't mind having the magic bind me to you. I like you. We've always been friends. And they say that lovers who start as friends have the best chance at a lasting relationship."
"Lasting... relationship..."
"Well, eventually, if we stop having sex, I will turn back. It just might take a few months rather than a few days. But I'm perfectly safe."
"Oh."
Her hands continued to move up and down his shaft with a slow, steady movement, not trying to get him off, just trying to make sure he consistently felt good from the pressure.
"I'm more concerned about pressuring you into something you don't want. So if you don't like the idea of me falling in love with you, that's okay. I just want a few weeks of this to really experience being Lianna more than just a few hours at a time."
He moaned softly but said little else.
"We can call me a temporary girlfriend if it helps."
"It's hard to think with your hands on my junk," he said breathily.
"Good for me then," she said and kissed his back gently. Once. Twice. Three times. "I like the way your soap smells."
"That's my shampoo."
"I like the way your shampoo smells."
He wasn't sure how to respond, so he waited and let his hand wander to her forearm and touched her there. Her skin instantly prickled with gooseflesh.
"I like the way your hands feel," he said. "But you don't have to do thi--"
"I want to do this, Kendz. We're going to have sex at least a few times for this experiment to run its course, and I'm not afraid of touching you or being touched by you. And just so you know, I fully plan to suck your cock again later even if we end up not having sex. It may not be a long courtship, but I plan to be the best girlfriend you've ever had, even before the magic makes that happen."
She suddenly let go of him and slid around so that she stood in front of him.
"I want you to bathe me now if that's okay. I want to feel your hands all over me."
"Oh. Okay. Forward much?"
"I'm just a recently created girl who knows what she wants, that's all."
She pressed her chest against him. Then she pushed up on her tiptoes, only she was still too short to reach his lips.
"Can you please fucking lean down and kiss me? We didn't do that earlier, and I figure if we kiss a little then maybe I won't seem like such a slut, huh?"
"I don't care if you're a slut or not. As long as you're my slut."
He closed the distance. They kissed, each mouth parting just enough to taste the other's breath, but not so wide as to allow any further contact.
"Mmmm..." she breathed into him.
"Nice," he whispered back to her. "Turn around," he said.
She did. He squeezed a glob of bath gel into his hands and lathered them. His forearms brushed her breasts as he did, and he felt his stiff cock press against the crack of her ass.
"Whoa, that's, well, that's certainly noticeable."
"Sorry."
"No, it's okay. I just hadn't thought about, well, you know, there."
"Want me to move?"
She shook her head. "It's fine. I can get used to it. Maybe not for sex... yet... but it's nice to know I have this effect on you."
"You'd have this effect on anybody, Lianna."
"Ooh."
"Ooh?" His hands were full of bubbles and foam now, and he started to clean her by rubbing the swelling roundness of her belly. A cute bulge, not flat, not fat. God, she was hot, he thought again. "Ooh what?"
"That was nice."
"What was?"
"Hearing you say my name. It's nice."
"Lianna. Lianna. Lianna."
"Even better, keep going."
"My little Lianna."
"Ooh."
"Like that, huh?"
"Yeah. I like this too," she said and she moved his hands from her tummy to her breasts.
"So do I," he said, kissing the top of her wet hair sweetly.
They showered so long that the water grew cool, and they took that as their cue to step out. She grabbed his towel before he could reach it and began to dry him off by patting him down, giving special attention to his chest and crotch.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" he asked. "You sure act like you know how to be somebody's amazing girlfriend."
She grinned. "First time's the charm, I guess, she said. But I have been thinking about it and even having some wet dreams about what it would be like when I finally introduced myself to you as Lianna and we, well, enjoyed each other's company."
"Oh."
She didn't speak again until after he was dried off. "Now do me," she squeaked with excitement.
He smiled and returned the favor.
When she was done, he tossed both towels into a hamper in the closet, then excused himself to pee. "All the wine," he offered as an excuse.
She closed the door behind her and went into the bedroom. There was the sound of her opening drawers and the closet doors, and then nothing else. She must have been looking for something to wear since she obviously wouldn't want to sleep in her sun dress. He didn't have any women's clothes, but she could probably find a T-shirt that would cover her.
After taking care of his personal business, he washed his hands and put on the pair of boxers he had brought in with her before the shower, as was his regular habit. He stepped into the bedroom, more excited than he had expected to see which of his shirts she had chosen, but she wasn't there. Instead, he heard her clinking a glass and opening and shutting a cabinet in the kitchen. Rather than go to her and appear too eager, he sat on the edge of his bed and did a few stretches before time to lie down.
Eventually, the light in the kitchen turned off and Lianna returned to the bedroom.
She stopped in the doorway, propping one hand on her hip and a movie poster pose, and smiled.
"Hello, Tiger," she said, dripping sex with each syllable.
"Hello yourself," he said.
She wore one of his long-sleeved, white dress shirts, unbuttoned and fully opened. And nothing else.
She held two flute glasses with red sparkles.
"Umm, wow," he said.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
She sauntered toward him, extending a glass in his direction.
He took the glass, held the red liquid between himself and the chandelier, and let the scarlet glow color the room for a moment. He took a single sip, placed the glass on the bedside table, and let Lianna slip into his arms.
There existed nothing in this woman, he thought, nothing that remotely reminded him of Vance. There was only Lianna, and he'd be damned if it hadn't always been that way.
Part 4
Lianna squeezed the pillow as if she could get juice from it. Her knees writhed and wriggled on both sides of his head. She spoke loudly with only vowels and M-sounds. She had promised to give him oral sex, but when he saw her in his dress shirt, the open placket -- he'd learned the word in a trivia game at a bar once -- framing a road that led from her pale neck, down between her breasts, across her stomach, arriving at a thin patch of black he knew as a landing strip, showing off the pink splendor of her pussy, at that moment, he knew he couldn't wait.
He had to taste her.
So as soon as her wine glass had been empty, he had lifted her and lain her gently on his downturned sheets. The shirt had fallen open and the glass had rolled from her hand onto the head of the bed, but he hadn't let himself become distracted by her breasts. Nor had he allowed himself to ponder too long just how close the color of the wine was to that of her nipples.
Instead, he had parted her legs and breathed in the musky aroma of her, then exhaled and made her shiver as his breath wisped inside her. He lost all control then, and he ate her pussy like a man possessed, a man going too long without a woman, a man who wanted to worship rather than fuck.
It was in that state that the two enjoyed each other, her quickly approaching her first orgasm of the day, him forgetting time and space and everything else, so focused as he was on reaching her soul by way of her slit. Her hands rested on the back of his head, not holding him or constraining him, merely resting, almost begging him not to move away.
"Oh, god," she said weakly, her breath catching as if she might faint. "Oh my fucking gaaawwwwddd..."
He smiled but not so much that it would interrupt his devotion.
Her taste was divine. Her fragrance filled him, possessed him. He had never enjoyed going down on a woman so much. Was it the bond? No, that wouldn't have happened yet. Was it some natural attraction to the part of Lianna that had been his friend Vance? If so, did that mean he was gay or bi or something? Or was it just him getting caught up in the moment and suddenly finding a girl with the most amazing, most welcoming pussy he'd ever seen?
Honestly, it didn't really fucking matter. He was here, and she was here, and they were obviously compatible sexually. Almost like she was created for him and he was created for her.
But it was too much to think about now.
Lianna screamed and squealed and gripped his ears with her thighs. Her nails dug into his scalp as she pulled his face as far inside her as humanly possible.
After a moment she relaxed and lay panting.
He didn't stop.
"Fuck," she said. "Holy shit." Her fingers combed through his hair. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"
He thought at first to come up with a story, some way to brag about his prowess, but in the end decided against it. "I don't know. Watching porn, maybe?"
"Well, it's fucking amazing."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No. Thank you."
He returned to her pussy and lapped at her clit playfully. Her breath caught again, and she felt her tummy jump a little. Cute, he thought. Cute as hell.
"I've got an idea," she said. "But you'll have to give me a few seconds to breathe first."
He smiled. "But..."
"Trust me. It'll be worth it."
He ran his tongue along the length of her labia once more for good measure and gently nibbled her clit to punctuate the act. Then he stood up and took a place beside the bed.
"Now, come here," she almost whispered. "But with your head down there, you know, sixty-nine. That way I can enjoy making you feel good too."
He took a position over her, straddling her shoulders and waist. Even from a few inches away, he could smell her and it intoxicated him. He couldn't wait to taste her again to feel her respond to him. As he resumed eating her pussy, he felt the warmth of her mouth engulf his cock. It was already long and stiff, but it came somehow more alive between her lips.
Before he realized it she wasn't going down on him. He was instead fucking her mouth. He pumped deep and rhythmically and more than once figured he might have pushed too far judging from her gurgling noise, but in spite of the realization, he found he couldn't stop from making love to her face. All the while, he kept up his feeding frenzy on her cunt, and he could feel the tension inside her mouth and in her legs and against her tummy as he drew her closer to a second climax.
But she was doing the same to him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could contain his release, but he knew it couldn't be long. Her mouth was so soft. So warm. So gifted. And her tongue. Surely she could recognize his manhood from any other by the touch of her tongue alone now.
When the moment arrived, he pushed as deep as he could and he could tell Lianna was struggling to take him in without complaining. He gushed into her throat with what felt like a gallon of cum before his body would relax enough to let him pull out of her mouth. But instead of gagging or being angry, she only reached for it with her mouth and cleaned any of his juices from the softening organ. But only for another moment. Then she tried to snap his head with her thighs and pushed her cunt against his face, screaming so loudly he wondered if the upstairs and next-door neighbors would knock on their shared walls or ceiling/floors for them to keep it down.
When she released him, spent, he rolled over beside her, then turned around and rested his face next to hers.
"You're glowing," he said.
"I should be. I feel radioactive. I feel like you lit some kind of fire in my pussy."
"I didn't hurt you, did I? Pushing in your mouth like that."
"When you fucked my face, you mean?"
She was smiling and it undercut the words so he knew she was playing, only teasing him.
"Well, yeah."
"It's okay, Kendz. Own it. You ate my pussy and set it on fire and you throat-fucked me and spewed your cum all down into my tummy." She kept smiling, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about his selfishness. "Can you believe today is the first time I've ever touched a cock other than Vance's, much less sucked one?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm okay. And I'm the one who asked you to sixty-nine me."
As they lay together, him naked and her still in only his open shirt, he rested on her chest and his face rose and fell with her every breath.
"So, how's the pillow?" she asked.
He laughed.
"Smushy. Soft. Warm." He smirked. "A bit nipply though."
"Hush you."
In response, he raised his head and kissed her nipple. Just once.
"Be careful. Start that up and we may never get to sleep tonight."
He let a long silence sit in the room until it almost felt like a third party.
"Lianna?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"It's weird, right?"
"Fucking each other. Sucking your cock. You eating my pussy. Yeah, it's all weird."
"Not just that." He scrunched his lips and eyes as if the expression might jostle the words to fall out of his brain and down to his mouth. "I mean, this morning you were Vance, my best friend, my male best friend."
"I hope I'm still your best friend."
"Of course. But, well, shit, we just seem to both accept this so fast. I feel like I should be freaking out at the idea of you turning into a girl and us turning into horny fuck buddies as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And you, you said yourself that you never touched another cock before today, and you've already given me two amazing blow jobs."
"Amazing?"
"Fuck yes. It's like you've been doing it all your life. That's another thing that's weird."
"Do you mean like the way you're playing with my pubic hair right now?" she asked.
He hadn't even realized it but she was telling the truth. While they talked he had been raking his fingers through the cropped landing strip, gently massaging her pubis. He moved his hand away.
"I didn't say to stop," she said with soft, warm breath.
"That's part of it. I feel like even though I just met you as Lianna, that, well, I could stay with you for the rest of my life. That's not something I usually feel when I meet a girl. Hell, it usually takes me a few dates to work up the nerve to even push for sex."
"Oh," she said, taking his hand and returning it to her mound. "I didn't say to stop," she repeated. "That felt good."
"Fine, I hear ya," he said. "But the fact that I'm not freaking out and I should be is kinda low-key freaking me out, if that makes sense. I like feeling like this, and I love feeling the physicality of it all, but, shit, I don't know. Maybe I'm not explaining it worth a shit."
She pushed her face to his and kissed him on the lips. No tongue, but she held the kiss for almost ten seconds.
"I understand. I really do. I think I'm not feeling the weirdness because I've been Lianna several times now. Just not for long. So I'm comfortable in her skin."
"I've been with cute girls before. That shouldn't freak me out."
"It's not the fact that I'm a girl. I think it's the fact that I'm a girl who has known you since the fifth grade, even though I was a boy at the time. We can't fake friendship or even love like that. Some of that is going to have to seep through and affect us, even without the magic bond."
"So I'm not freaking out because I secretly had the hots for Vance?!"
Lianna laughed and kissed him again, not as long this time, just a few seconds.
"No, silly. But you've loved me, him, us, whatever, for almost seventeen years now, so your brain is connecting the physical attraction you feel for me as Lianna with the emotional connection you already have for Vance. Or at least that's as best as I can understand it."
"I guess that makes sense."
"Remember how I told you I had dreamed about you a few days ago, getting physical with you? Well, as Lianna, knowing that I had chosen you to be my partner, I was already willing and a little eager, not because Vance was hot for you, but because Lianna was a woman who had as much affection for you as he did. Does."
She rolled him over and this time lay on his chest, covering him so that his hand remained locked between her mound and his thigh. She kissed his nipple. She pressed her leg against his cock.
"Enough talk. Do you think you have another round in you or have I worn you out?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes. Honestly. I don't want us to ever be dishonest, not with you."
"Well, I'm willing to try, but I can't promise anything. You're the one who picked up the multiple orgasms. I'm just trying to keep up."
She grinned.
"What's that look?" he asked.
She giggled. "Let's just say another part of my anatomy is a little jealous of my throat right now."
In the end, as much as she tried to coerce his soldier to attention, he couldn't reach full erection, but she did manage to give him a hand job. To make it up to her he did the same for her, seducing two more orgasms out of her with his fingers so that she could fall asleep happy even without having his manhood inside her again.
He got sleepy quickly as soon as he heard her snoring softly with a tiny, almost imperceptible nose whistle on his chest. It was weird, sure as hell that was true, but he also knew he could get used to this, like something that had been missing from his life had suddenly been found, something he hadn't even known he was missing. He jostled just enough to pull her closer by an inch or so, then he rested his free arm over her chest and stomach and let his hand touch her waist ever so slightly brushing it with his fingers.
Sleep overtook him while he traced the curve from her hip to her waist, understanding somehow that it was the most important, most beautiful, most perfect patch of skin that ever existed and that he had somehow known that even yesterday and the day before.
Part 5
When the sunlight streamed through the blinds and assaulted his eyes, Kendall carefully unpeeled himself from the still-sleeping Lianna and made his way into the kitchen, careful not to bump into anything that might make a loud noise and wake her up. He couldn't stop himself from standing at the door for a moment to fully take in the peaceful innocence on her resting, but still slightly smiling, face.
He started some scrambled eggs and a few sausage links, then put on a pot of coffee while the meat sizzled.
"Alexa," he called, "play 1940s instrumental jazz. Volume 3."
The digital assistant chose a playlist from his Spotify account and Duke Ellington started to stream. He danced around the kitchen while cooking, making up a scat part to accompany the song. He only stopped when he spun around once while holding the skillet of eggs and saw Lianna grinning at him from the open doorframe.
"I've heard of dinner and a show, but breakfast and a show? Is this something you do for all the girls you sleep with or should I feel special?"
"Ummm..." he mumbled.
She approached and kissed him. "Thanks for fixing breakfast, Kendz. I'm starving. I guess you really wore me out last night."
"Ummm..."
"Is that all you can say?"
"Good morning, Lianna," he finally managed.
"Well, good morning to you too, Loverboy."
She had changed into an AC/DC T-shirt that was way too big for her new body and a pair of his plaid boxers that was loose at her waist but tight on her hips and ass.
"Wow. So it wasn't all a dream."
"Oh," she said. "I'm totally a dream. But I'm here just the same." She kissed him again and together they heard the gurgling sound that indicated the coffee maker had finished its task. "Coffee. You're my hero."
"From Kenya," he said. "I have a guy who orders it from a farm down there and then roasts it for me."
"Snob."
"Yep. Guilty as charged."
"Does smell good though."
"Only the best for you, young lady."
She grabbed two mugs from the cabinets and put them on the counter. "Want me to pour yours or do you have a special way to do it up?"
"Black with one half teaspoon of sugar."
"Ah."
"Thanks."
"Speaking of being the best, I know we didn't actually do it last night, but what we did do felt fantastic. This new body is so receptive even without actually having sex. Your tongue. Your fingers. Just, I mean, damn."
"I'm glad you liked it, but I hope I can get another chance to make up for failing you last night."
"You didn't fail anything, Kendz. I haven't felt this good, this happy, in a long, long time."
As they spoke, he turned off the eye of the stove and moved the sausage so it wouldn't burn. He took just a little of the grease and drizzled it into the eggs then cooked them for another half a minute or so. She filled two mugs with coffee, then added a spoonful of sugar to his -- a green mug with a golfing dog cartoon -- and doctored hers with a splash of milk. "I took the Ferrari mug. Hope that's okay."
He laughed.
She placed both mugs on the table at adjoining seats.
"Plates?" she asked, motioning to the six cabinet doors above the counter.
"Second on the left," he said. "Silverware right underneath in the drawer."
"Aw," she said. "Convenient. Efficient."
He put two pot holders on the table and then placed the skillets on them. "Your table, milady," he added with a wide flourish.
"A show and a bow. My, you do know how to make a girl feel special."
Instead of sitting down when he did, she waited and then climbed onto his lap. Their faces were a few scant inches apart.
"I really did enjoy myself yesterday. Thank you for being there. Thank you for not freaking out much." She stroked his cheek with her palm. "But most of all thank you for letting me do this and being angry for not asking you first. You're kind of awesome. You know that, right?"
She kissed him without parting either's lips, then excused herself from his lap and took the chair beside him.
"And thanks for breakfast too."
They ate in silence for a while, just enjoying the time together and the meal, but after several minutes, he put down his fork, drained the last of his coffee, and spoke.
"So, what are the plans from here on out? Are we living together? Are you just spending the night sometimes? Do we go out on dates?"
She smiled and took another bite of eggs.
"I don't want to overstep or do anything to make you feel weird."
She laughed loudly, almost spitting out the eggs she hadn't yet swallowed.
"Weird?! I'm pretty sure after the bomb I dropped on you yesterday that ship has sailed."
He sighed. "Weirder then."
She put down her fork and turned to face him. "Listen, this is already going a hundred times better than I envisioned it going. I half expected you to kick me out and tell me you never wanted to see me again. I never expected you to be so open to, well, the idea of us as an us." She rested her hand on his knee. "I can stay here or go back to my place, whichever makes you more comfortable. The only thing I ask is that you let me store an outfit or two here for when I sleep over. Your stuff doesn't exactly fit me."
"I thought it looked good."
"Of course you would. But I'm not sure what your neighbors or mine might think about that."
They finished breakfast and while he was putting away the dishes, she left and came back a few minutes later in her dress and heeled sandals.
"I'm just gonna run to the house and pick up a few outfits. That is if you don't mind me staying here a few days, maybe for the week."
He smirked, rubbed her face and eyes, pretending to think it over before responding, then at last he said, "Sure. That would be cool."
"Asshole."
"Sometimes."
"Listen..."
He stopped and listened but didn't respond.
"Well, I don't have to leave right now, so if you've got a few minutes..."
"I don't have anywhere to be Lianna."
"Yep, I still like the way that sounds when you say my name."
He smiled. She smiled back.
He watched as she slid the spaghetti straps off her dress and let the garment slide down her figure onto the floor. He laid the dishrag on the marble countertop. She cocked her head sideways. He took a step toward her. Her forefingers slipped inside the sides of her panties, and soon they joined her dress on the floor.
"God damn," he said. "You are so gorgeous."
"Awww," she said.
She took another step. He did the same.
"Want to try this again this time?" she asked. "Without having a crazy woman banging on your drive with insane demands?"
"Looking back, I have to admit that was pretty hot. Maybe not in the middle of the confusion, but still, I'll have one hell of a how we met story."
"Who do you plan to tell that story to, buddy?"
He paused for a moment and wrinkled his lips and eyes in thought. "Our friends, I guess. I assume you'll want to go out with them at some point rather than just stay here like crazy sex maniacs all week."
"All week. All month. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather spend time with being a crazy sex maniac."
He laughed.
They stood directly in front of each other now. Him in his sweats and tank top. Her in her beautiful bare skin.
"I'm so fucking lucky," he said.
"You're about to be," she corrected.
She took his hand.
"Couch, bed, or kitchen table?"
"What the hell, Lianna?"
"I'm just kidding."
He started to pull toward the bedroom. She shook her head.
He looked at her quizzically.
She walked to the table in the breakfast nook and leaned over, giving him a lovely, available view of her ass and vulva.
"Oh," he said. "Shit."
"I heard this helps you go deeper."
He didn't wait for a second invitation.
"Fuck," he said, as he stripped off his sweats. By the time he reached her, he was rigid. He didn't need her mouth or her hands to get him ready. The sight of this glorious girl naked, her stomach and breasts on his table, her ass up, her pussy welcoming him to come inside, that was all he needed, and he used his fingers for a few seconds only to make sure she was lubricated and that he wouldn't hurt her.
She was.
He entered her without another word.
He pumped slowly, in no hurry. He wanted to take is slow and steady, to make it last for as long as he could. He had dreamed about this during the night after being unable to perform fully the previous night.
Neither spoke.
Lianna only made soft cooing noises and long M-sounds.
Kendall grunted as quietly as he could, determined not to sound like some kind of caveman ravaging a woman from the riverside. No. He did not want to have sex. He did not want to fuck her. He wanted to make love. The kind of sweet, pure, sexy as hell, listen to the mother-fucking strains of Bolero and James Ingram back-to-back three times love that only happened in movies.
He wanted it for himself.
He wanted to give it to her.
It wasn't long before she was pushing against him, raising her ass from the table an inch or so to get him even more depth. He had always known he was average, but somehow he felt as though he was finding the end of her pussy, as if he had suddenly grown the longest, thickest dick any man had ever grown.
Most likely, it had more to do with her size than his, but that didn't alter the feeling of bliss he experienced with each stroke.
Lianna continued to moan. He kept thrusting, the closer he got to cumming the faster he went. It was an act of god-level willpower that he was able to slow down and bring himself back from the edge once, twice, even a third time.
"Fuck," he said again.
"I - I think," she stammered, "I think I must be made to fit you perfectly."
"You're so tight," he replied. "Like nothing I've ever felt."
"The magic," she said. "I think that might ha--"
She shut the hell up, and he felt her insides grip him as if her pussy was a fist she could close on him. Hell, it felt like she might squeeze it until it was bruised. She sucked in a series of quick, gasping breaths, and her ass and hips started to shake and vibrate. He gave one more thrust and then emptied his balls as deep inside her as he could. A moment later, she screamed out loud enough to wake the neighbors if they weren't awake already.
They remained connected, locked together in passion for several seconds before she melted onto the top of the table again. He was still hard and she asked him to remain inside her for a little bit more. No. Not to fuck her again. Just stay inside. She wanted him with her. In her. A part of her.
"Fuck," she said.
"Fuck," he said.
"Fuck," they said together.
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